Call me from my cave out
Draw me out, not with threading
Lift me up with thunderous roaring pitch,
See how much I'll cause a wonder
I am the sword unsheathed among thorns.
Beware ye unfearing beings
My cut runs deep.
Again I call, cast me not away
For without me all wonder is not
I am the owl calling through the forest of nights.
Beware of my taming talons
Blunt in a thousand years rust
Yet I wound the bones of the most valiant
My berth, my cave, the passage of meaty thorny flesh
Conjoined to the weakest guts.
I have a fleshy beak
I peck not on wood, Wits are my gainful prey
In the beginning was not me,
But in me was the beginning.
Copyright © Mathew Daniel | Year Posted 2018
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